Saturday, December 30, 2006
Message to Myself
Monday, December 18, 2006
Lights Camera Action! Performing on the West End
.....and after that, I can tick off stage actress as yet another job I definitely should NOT go into! Was good fun though....
Thank you Fortune Theatre, for having me.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Don't wanna hear myself think....
On Friday, I had a real TGIF (not the restaurant) day. By Sunday night though, I was glad the weekend was over. Won't go into details here because I'll just get all worked up again.
I just don't want to hear myself think. Haven't felt like this in a good few years but my own thoughts will just make me feel worse. Working with iPod on full blast in the office so I can drown out my thoughts. Anti-social? Maybe. Normally wouldn't recommend this tactic because it's just delaying the root of the problem. But I can't be bothered anymore. Talking about it may help, but I don't want to deal with the decisions and consequences right now. Enough on my plate. Just want to keep my head down, do my work and take my break.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Aston Hall by Candlelight
Actors in costumes going about 17th century Christmas festivities.
All photos via this link.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Is it only Tuesday?
Two days; enough time for two assignments go pear-shaped. That will teach me to complain about being bored. I really shouldn't complain about doing less than 40hours a week for the first time in 4 years, therefore really shouldn't feel so guilty for doing it for 3 consecutive weeks. I really should have enjoyed the quiet for a bit instead of complaining about the quiet and trying (far too successfully) to do more. Have I gone mad such that if I actually get to go home on time for a whole week, I feel like the pace is too slow?
And now, it has been a manic start to the week. Thanks to my inept sense of direction which got me completely lost on Monday. Thanks to a heavily-accented peer from a different department who is oblivious to her heavy accent, lightning-speed-speeches (because she doesn't seem to include punctuations in her speech) and constant interruption of others, which in combination means she is incomprehensible. Oh, plus she gets the basic process of how it should work totally wrong yet makes wild and uninformed assumptions to back them up and insists she's right. Not only incomprehensible but a nightmare to deal with too. Thanks to another job on a system not doing what it should (should get used to that by now, I guess!). Thanks to.... Stop stop stop
*Sigh* Enough ranting. Will shut up in future about quiet pace of work. But I know I can't. I get bored. Look on the bright side.....at least this incomprehensible and nightmarish person is (only) the second person in my five years with this firm whom I would like to steer clear of in future. Also, I now know the way to the client. And I have an enthusiastic team member to sort out the system not doing what it should do and get the evidence we need. And....it's only three more days to the weekend....
Hope it looks up over the next few days..... I doubt so though. Sigh. Three more days to weekend. (Do I sound like a broken record yet) Two more weekends to start of my Xmas holidays..... Not that anyone's counting......
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Seeking Perfection
I have been chasing The Ideal since I started working. Admittedly sometimes more enthusiastically than other times. But He listened and gave me many opportunities seen through ratings, promotions and recognition via the leadership programme. But now, I wonder if The Ideal through my eyes is right. As I read and continue learning His Word, I realise that it should be His Ideal. My life for Him, not myself. For His life was for us. For me, unworthy of His love yet receiving it all the same.
And so more and more, I commit my decisions to Him. For Him to guide me. I feel an inner peace. Yes, I may continue to chase dreams. But I know that He will help me do what's right. And more and more, He has shown me that He knows. He listens. He loves.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Keeping Faith
The conflict in Jodi Picoult's book is about a child (Faith White) who sees God. Periphery links about whether this was the child's way of coping with her parents' separation, if God really exists and religion. This book didn't grab me in the way the other Picoult books did. I don't know if it's because I read it right after The Pact and her writing style did not hugely vary.
Whilst the book didn't impress me from a style perspective, it addressed an interesting concept. The scepticism that continues about God. In the preface, Jodi Picoult wrote that whilst she was writing and researching, she realised that people were willing to talk about anything but not about God. I realised how true that was. I don't know how much segments of her book were based on real life, but I would not be surprised if these were events that people who want to talk about God encounter. People who see yet continue to question. Those who say 'I will believe when the time is right' and not realising that it's God who decides when the time is right, not you. Those who continually ask for scientific evidence for His existence. Those who prefer to believe in the myths and rumours against Him rather than believe in the truth. Because it's easier. Because they can continue to live life according to their own rules instead of acknowledging Him.
As I read His Word, I have always wondered whether people would stop questioning had they been witnesses when He healed the incurables and saved the doomed. Maybe they would be believers if they were witnesses to the miracles documented by Matthew, Mark, John and Luke. Maybe they would then listen. Reading Keeping Faith made me doubt this would happen. Sceptics would remain sceptics until He chooses to soften their hearts.
....so, Keeping Faith - not just the child but our beliefs too....
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Nearly Istanbul...
Alas, thanks to my passport originating from a country which require visas to most countries - rightly or wrongly would be subject of different discussion, this was filed into the 'nearly been' place instead of 'will be going...there...has been' place. Visa takes 20 days. Which means I can't go next week. Well, not legally anyways but that's not a risk I dare take. My colleagues' questions on why I continue to hold this passport become more and more valid (not just with travel episodes but general sentiments I make too). To add to list of decisions to make.
*Sigh*
Sunday, November 12, 2006
There is a hope so sure
There is a hope so sure
A promise so secure
The mystery of God
At last made known
Treasures so vast appear
All wisdom, knowledge here
It’s Christ in us
The hope of glory!
And the life that I now live
No longer is my own
Jesus lives in me
The hope of glory
And each day I live
No longer is my own
Jesus lives in me
The hope of glory
There is a life so true
A life of love so pure
For all our sin
A perfect sacrifice
And when that life was nailed
On cruel cross impaled
Our sinful flesh
With him was crucified
There is a life so strong
That a whole world of wrong
And all the powers of hell
Could not defeat
For Jesus rose again
And if we died with him
With him we’ll rise
To share his endless life
Copyright © 2002 Make Way Music
Saturday, November 11, 2006
The Pact
The Pact is a touching story about middle class families who seem to have it all. Two teenagers who seem on the outside, to be perfect for each other and who have it all in this world. Cut short by a suicide. It showed that having it all is not enough.
You may think you know someone, but do you really? The image of Emily Gold, one half of the couple, is put together through the eyes of others. Which made me realise that one's identity is really based on others' opinions.
Another interesting aspect of the book was the view of truth. Do we always know the truth? Or do we base the truth purely on facts only? Is that the truth? Or is it interpretation of the evidence, which is subjective?
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Nottingham

More pics here....
Monday, October 30, 2006
Diary of Ma Yen
Thanks to Pierre Haski, Ma Yen had the chance to continue studying. Thanks to her diaries, other girls her age in her province had the chance to continue studying.
The power of the pen should not be underestimated.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
A Weekend in Dublin
Did the usual touristy things - Trinity College, St Stephens Green, Temple Bar, Iveagh Gardens, Ha'penny bridge, Christchurch Cathedral, St Patrick's Cathedral.... Took the chance to catch up with colleagues - past (JC + family), soon-to-be-past (current London project colleagues) and current. Ate out loads. Enjoyed the fickle Irish weather. Saw Jo and was the designated 'unpacker'. :)
Oh, and guess who we saw whilst we were in Trinity?
The one-and-only Hoff!Am going this weekend again - wonder which celeb we'll spot this time?
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Gweilo
Home is not necessarily where you are born. Home is where you choose to die. It may be where you grew up; or it may be where you choose to raise your own family. Perhaps it's where your family and friends are. Perhaps it's where you meet new family and friends. May be in the same state; or totally different ends of the earth. It could be where you grew up speaking the language. Or it can be where you are so captivated that you give up hours to learn how to speak the language the way the 'locals' do - so you can be one of them in time. It could be where you grew up with the local customs and know what every bow, wink, smile, smirk actually means. Or it could be where you still seek to understand the meaning of subtle differences in body language because you want to know and learn. A place where others look just like you. Or a place where your physical attributes are one of a kind. It could be where you are living now; it could be where you have set your heart on moving to in the future.
Home is your state of mind. It's where you feel comfortable. Regardless of the physical outlook. It's where you never stop being fascinated by the traditions and culture. It's where you recognise the flaws of the place yet love it all the more for that. It's where you want to live your dreams, hopes and ambitions of both personal and professional front.
It's where you know you belong....
Thursday, September 21, 2006
It can only get better
What caused it? It could be something small, something big. A collection of small things. One big item. It does not matter. You are where you are. When you hit a peak, the pessimist would say it can only go down. It's how you deal with it that makes you different. And hey, things can only look up from now, surely? Glass half full situation?
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Cooking Weekend
Fish pie turned out ok....

Will do the strawberry cheesecake differently next time. No more puree-ing the strawberries. May be healthy addition but it looks like hospital food (No offense meant to hospital kitchens, but you know what I mean...). Will stick to Delia's recipes in future. Try out chocolate cheesecake next....

Wednesday, September 13, 2006
When It's Not Mutual....
The hurt and disappointment if you had expected something more. Joy when you receive more than expected. Guilt when you realise that you could have done more.
If only one can turn back the clock. Realise the disappointment that is around the corner. Realise the good things/deeds right under one's nose and take time to appreciate them. To show appreciation. To suggest changes. Wished some words were never uttered. Wished certain thoughts were spoken. Hindsight is always 20/20. Live and learn.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Doggie Love
If they wanted, John and Jenny had many reasons to rehome Marley. Chewing up anything and everything within sight, being expelled from obedience school, scratching the walls when there's thunder...the list goes on. But the Grogans stuck with him. Realised that he gave them so much more. Acknowledged the costs of the repairs but cheerfully accepted them as little compared to the companionship he gave them. I'm not sure many would have done the same.
It brought back many memories of dear Laddie and Fraulern, who were so much part of our family for almost a decade. I guess that was what brought the tears too as I felt with John and the Grogans when they had to bid farewell to Marley (this is not a spoiler for the book). Memories of them, joyous as they were, also reminds me that they are now no longer with us. They seemed to sense when I had exams and for that week, did not jump and bark when it was time for their afternoon walk. They wouldn't have let me off so easily all other times. Accusing barks at other times if I dared to be more than 2 hours late for their walk.
The love they so readily and completely gave. I am convinced that they could 'read' people. Laddie, for all his faithfulness and loyalty, was never as generous with his affection to those outside our family. Fraulern, on the other hand, would be friends with anyone. Yet there were occasions when she did not take to certain people although they tried lavishing her with food or attention. And her judgement was always proven right a few months later as the said person(s) betrayed our trust. Laddie, always camera shy; Fraulern, sensing a camera, would happily pose. Different personalities yet they loved each other so. Laddie would walk several paces in front, but turn back to make sure Fraulern is still nearby. Although he was scared of thunder, Laddie would go out searching for Fraulern if we hadn't brought her back after the walk. Fraulern, proud of her big brother, would seek his protection when she sees bigger dogs (not realising that Laddie has more sense than to square up to them!).
John Grogan showed that living with a dog is a two-way thing. I see many occasions when it was a one-way relationship; the dog always giving his/her all yet their master only playing with them when convenient (if at all). The Grogans really embraced the dog into their family life and I hope I will be able to do the same next time. John reflected how dogs love so well - limitless, forgiving, complete and without question. In one reflection, John surprised himself when he realised how Marley could be considered a mentor in how he lived life. I totally agree. Call me mad but I believe we can learn so much from dogs - not just in how they live their life but how they love people. I wish I can readily do the same.
Laddie and Fraulern, I miss you. It has been so many years yet I still smile when I think of your antics and there's still pain when I think that I can no longer give and share your affection and love. I'm sure you are happily wagging your tails in doggie heaven, where treats are plentiful (without the green veg ones you dislike and cleverly separate, Fraulern), vast fields to run in, rats to catch (Fraulern diligently made it her responsibility that our house be rat-free after seeing Laddie do it), golf balls to fetch (which Laddie taught himself whilst Daddy practised behind our house) and plenty of people to lavish you with attention.
Monday, August 28, 2006
What I Got Up to in Msia
Nevertheless, think I did quite a lot anyway.... All photos will be uploaded soon.... Here are some for now....
So, what I did do....
Spending time with family.... Here's one from our trip to the Kadazan longhouse (more on Sabah trip in post below)

My two youngest nieces....
Our furrier family member (probably the most spoilt too!)
Spending time with friends.... Joanna and Yen weren't here but I did manage to meet up with them! (Joanna, send photo over?)

Going to the KL Aquarium - the most patriotic aquarium I ever visited, as you can see...
Visited several hotels to narrow down choices for the wedding dinner venue. Here's B at KL Hilton.... (Also visited lots of fabric shops, wedding designers, tailors for the dresses - thanks mom and Jo for being so patient and enthusiastic throughout!)